Not Everyone Hopes for Resurrection

"Who are you?" Kakashi asked with a frown, speaking in a low voice.

"Hey, Kakashi, even if we weren't very close back in the village, don't pretend you don't recognize me."

Uchiha Jie curled his lips. Instead of looking directly at Kakashi, he adjusted his gold-rimmed monocle and fixed his gaze on the screen inside the tent.

The battle was still ongoing. Aside from Nagato and Obito, the only one who hadn't left the battlefield was Konan, flying high in the air.

The recording equipment inside the tent was at nearly the same altitude as Konan. Using special means, it was almost completely blended with the night sky; even with the Rinnegan and Sharingan, there was virtually no way to notice its presence.

It continuously transmitted what was happening live back to this place, and for now, the battle between the two was still continuing.

Obito, possessing a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan, seemed to be enjoying the fight, while Nagato looked rather serious, every move carrying boundless power.

Yet they remained in a state where neither could do anything to the other. Nagato seemed to truly have no great way to deal with Obito, who could use dōjutsu, but he could completely protect his own safety.

He avoided meeting the Mangekyō Sharingan's gaze and kept a certain distance from Obito to prevent the latter from suddenly using Kamui to tear his body into an alternate dimension.

"Hmph, who knows if you're still wearing a human-skin mask." Kakashi said in a low voice:

"What he thought was wrong; it wasn't a resurrection. Obito didn't lie to him, and you didn't lie to me."

"Except for wearing a human-skin mask, everything he said is completely right, Uchiha." Uchiha Jie chuckled softly, pointed at the small screen, and said:

"Who I am isn't